Poor George - James Supercave

Poor George, poor George

Can’t help

He was born a king

Poor George, poor George

She said she wanted everything

I’ll show you mine

If you show me yours

Look what you made me do

Poor George, poor George

He’s going blind

To watch you lose

Takes a drag

Through the hole in his neck

He’s a Marlboro man

Daddy said we could ride forever

What’s the backup plan?

Poor George

They turn the light on

And it’s burning up the sky

Poor George

You can kill him

But you’ll never kill his pride

Poor George (x3)

Momma taught him right from wrong

How to love and how to talk

Poor George, poor George

Never learned how to stop

When you’re a star they let you do it

Don’t ask me how

It’s quiet in the dressing room

The women all got out

Poor George

There’s something 'bout him

That I never really liked

Poor George

He’s growing up before your very fucking eyes

Poor George

You can kill him but you’ll never kill his pride

Poor George, poor George

Oh George

Beating his chest

From the top of the empire

Leading lady

Caught up in the gun fire

I’m a clown

'till they shoot me down

Guns drawn

Choppers off the ground

Poor George

I wanna love you

But now everything’s a crime

Poor George

Take my money

But you can’t take me alive

Poor George

He’s growing up before your very fucking eyes

Poor George (x3)

No George

Please George

No, oh George

Poor George

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